It’s such a joy to see the profusion of wild roses and to smell
their perfume in the air. Early June never fails to please with wild
white roses cascading down from trees like brides’ veils. And along
the ground, buttercups and daisies proudly display their floral
contribution to the beauty of springtime.

These were nature’s sights and scents that greeted me during this
early morning’s stroll.

This poem by Robert Browning captures the special feeling I’ve tried
to describe:

Song from Pippa Passes
By Robert Browning (1812-1889)

The year's at the spring
And day's at the morn;
Morning's at seven;
The hill-side's dew-pearled;
The lark's on the wing;
The snail's on the thorn;
God's in His heaven –
All's right with the world!

"Joyful Curmudgeon"
An oxymoron?
No! I see all the beauty of God's creation and I'm joyful. At the
same time, I see all the suffering and corruption going on in the
world, and feel called to help expose and end it so that we may have true
peace and compassion.